09.09.2004 - channa masala
"i'm so in love with you, lets go eat breakfast"
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channa masala and broken fingers
the memory of you still lingers
estranged from my religion
excommunicated from my church
it's killing me, it's killing me
it hurts, it hurts
"i'm so in love with you, lets go eat breakfast"
lets get a beer, let's hang out here
the porch is fine, as long as you're near
another talk, a conversation
i can barely speak, drink, or keep my station
a memory of loss, a crisis of faith
a palpable pain that i can still taste
i drove by and saw you today
you're still beautiful, still the same
i'd try to talk to you, try to repair
but i won't, i shouldn't have to
it isn't fair.
(for ali.)